Are you afraid? A little. Despair? Probably some of that too.
But the despair and fear here were merely a reaction to the complexity and absurdity of the truth of the universe. It was the confusion of the insignificant before the grand, the shock of the low-dimensional before the higher.
When the gods descended, many players realized that mortals were nothing more than specks of dust in the universe, puppets in a pile of toys. Speaking of the Origin again now would merely mean raising the controller's dimensionality even higher.
The fact that fireflies could not compare to the bright moon was already established. Replacing the bright moon with a blazing sun was nowhere near as shocking as seeing the bright moon for the first time.
Humanity's ability to empathize with grand narratives was limited, but they could often find their own resonance in the smallest details.
Cheng Shi knew this well. He also knew that the fear in people's hearts had never come from what they saw. It had always been hidden inside them, with external things serving only as triggers for that fear.
So in the end, after pulling back the curtain on the truth of the universe for the clowns, Cheng Shi brought the urgency of the present back into the conversation.
He paced back to the tombstone of Destiny, stroked the patterns of the word "Destiny," and asked in an utterly calm tone:
"I wonder what all of you think of the predetermined—the predetermined nature of fate."
Although Destiny was also a god, suddenly jumping from the grand Origin Experiment to the "narrow" predetermined nature of fate was indeed quite a leap.
The others, still dazed, all furrowed their brows. The Dragon King was silent for a moment before saying, "Is this related to the fear